It has been a year. It has been twelve months. It has been fifty two weeks. Yes, it has been three hundred sixty five days. It may as well have been only yesterday because those four days in Cebu, my four eventful memorable days in Cebu, remain vivid in my mind.

Remembering Cebu doesn't fail to bring a smile on my face. From the "packing", to the missed flight, the unwelcomed visitor, the endless SMS and boy hunting, the kidney-shaped stones' prediction, the badminton luck, the fireworks, the crazy intimate nights in Vudu, the lost-in-translation moments in Robinson's, the noontime brunch, coffee bonding with Ariane, the incompetent hairdressers, the wedding sponsor gown, the elevator brush-off, the rated R bikini open, the failed attempt at QT in the beach, the 5-star hotel experience, the standing-on-Top-of-Cebu moment, the crossroads in Pipeline, the hangout in Mark's place, and finally, the confessional hour. Uh, no not finally, the cap has to be the drama over Cebu lechon.

"I'll never forget Cebu, Floi"

No matter how hard I try, I myself couldn't forget. Perhaps I couldn't because deep inside I really don't want to. I once told Tins that temp is better than nada. This statement may make me sound slutty and shallow but I truly believe in it. What is short-term happiness to a lifetime of regret? In the end, we will feel more remorse toward the things we didn't do rather than the things we did. At the very least, I was able to express how I feel and he was able to make me believe he feels the same. Whether it was true or just my imagination does not matter. What matters is that I was happy and thinking about that happiness makes me happy.

I wouldn't be ashamed to admit that I am still waiting. It may sound pathetic but it has been said that good things come to those who wait. What would be shameful is when while you're waiting, you also put your life on hold. We must realize that the end (who knows, it might even not be the end but merely a hiatus) of something does not mean the end of everything.

This is a lovesong for the loveless and the hopeless.
You can be certain that I’m with you when I sing.
This is a lovesong for the desperate and the lonely.
You could have nothing but you’ll still have me.



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*.* as if! @ 9:33:00 AM • • RBJ